I'm starting to think that maybe, just maybe, my goals are a wee bit lofty. Even for myself.
Shocking, I know.
So... take for instance the weekend. I wanted to do some sewing, some errand running, give Aaron some time to do stuff and relax. Now, I wouldn't think this would be such a crazy idea but apparently the Universe likes to jump up and bite me in the ass and be all hells no and force me to sleep all weekend.
And not even that lackadaisical beauty-rest, oh hells no. More like thrashing around, being a zombie and totally cranky afterwards kind of sleep.
Was I sick? Nope. Broken bone? Nuh-uh. Doped up on muscle relaxers? No. So, what the fuck?
What the hell was up with the sleep then, Universe? What the hell?
In other news, our turtle is a total complete pansy-ass and thinks the world revolves around him. He won't even eat the nice, tasty worm I got him cuz he "wasn't in the mood" for it.
I wonder where he gets it from?
In case you're living under a rock, here's some videos you should watch:
(do NOT watch at work!)
Happy Monday. (I swear... I'm not gonna go take a nap)